long before destiny or roles we play. my heart has been earned by the days I spend in the forest knowing what is my place. Those of us now few and far between, eight men managing forest now reduced to one. My great uncles now to me the last faller.
The last whale back saw in my hand, that shapes from start to finish.
To know how to shape silver in a wooden donut tied by strings
to cut film separate colors in ruby and emberlith.
learn and devote 13yrs to change with no guide into the new world of digital.
I was a boy once, I am still that person but understanding of story that is bigger. Thru art I can make difference where a story that is written is of greater good by vessel of my being. The many hearts broken and healed, no death falls my hand but time of thought that I can reflect memory of the people who chose to ask me to speak for memory of place.
but what is memory without an ocean that comes back.
thru the eyes of a black dog, I give what I give to someone who can hold onto value an idea that can not be bought but traded by time as the one who gave it to me. To me I held this for Arthur until Loren White passed, where I felt the world would end if I cut my hand not by accident but a thing that was told to me like passage of betrayal.
a swirling keep of the current that will always be the challenge of men. A log that went as a perfect thing, that I would see with my son. A long I wanted to bring to all my mentors, a washed up log forgotten and somehow not secured by money. I tried to go back to get it once by a hook, the only hook I inherited from Don Jastad in my youth. I had not plan but idea this would be something I could being back with pride to my tribe.
I slipped part way and I swept into current it took me far into keep. I grasped all life to be where I am today and at the beach of Tillamook, wet where I could shake myself off.
Recalling what anti Vi told me and I should have known, not to chase what you can not own. Be the person not the thing that you chase. Embrace the passage not the thing.
Without love there is no life.
before we were domesticated, the world was a different place, and I am bond to that idea.
my name is part of that place, with the whales and the cedar I carve and protect forever with my life. a value few will ever understand.
it was only knowing this when I walked over the narrows to feel the wind forwards and back.